This Feels Like a Cliche Murder Mystery

Nadia lazily lifts her wrist and peers at her watch, "You've got like 15 minutes, babe." She answers. Her southern twang is a bit stronger now. It's probably just because she's tired. "So, ya could leave nah' and get there early to 'void traffic, or ya' could just wait out here for a 'tic."

Nadia flashed a tired and toothy smile, swiftly followed by an 'ok' hand-sign. "Ah'll be fiiiine. Go get your girl," she drawled. She sat up on the bed (whoops, way too fast-) and gave Jeannie a thumbs up, "Go have some fun! Imma just sleep, probably watch Netflix. Good luck!"

ok then see you latter Jeannie waves goodbye to Nadia and heads over to the pancake place to wait for Janice to get off so they can get to there date

Jeannie doesn't have to wait very long, she arrives just as Janice's shift ends. Janice exits the pancake place in a pretty yellow sundress, she must have worn it to work. Her make-up isn't really done, but she wasn't wearing much to begin with. She sends a little smile and wave Jeannie's direction when she sees her.

Jeannie smiles when she sees Janice she looked really cute in her little dress Jeannie waves to her excited. Hello your look lovely, ready for a super awesome fun date?

Janice waves at Jeannie. She looks really good, Janice especially loves the cute shirt Jeannie's wearing. She does a little curtsy at Jeannie's compliment, "Well thank you! You look quite nice as well." She smiles brightly and nods, "I am ready to go!" She pauses. "Where are we going exactly?"

Janice raised her eyebrows, she hadn't been there in a while. It would be a nice breather to go somewhere fun for a date again. A smile stretched across her face. "I bet, I could win more tickets then you~!" A little glint shone in her eyes, she loved herself a competition.

Jeannie was happy Janice liked her idea of where to go and seemed as excited as she wasI don't know I'm really good so will see about that Jeannie smiles looks like they both love games.

Janice scoffs playfully, "Yes, I suppose we will see!" She holds out her tanned hand for Jeannie to shake, "may the best lady win?"

Janice was competitive, and she would not net Jeannie win without a fight. She narrows her eyes playfully for dramatic effect.

yeah that sounds great Jeannie notices Janice sticking her hand out, Jeannie shakes it huh there hands look kinda funny next to each other with Janice being tan and her pale their opposite ends of the color spectrum.

well, they might have the opposites attract thing going for them then. , huh Jeannie's more a hugger, oh will the date just starJeannie will have to work her way up to hugs and kiss then

Janice smiles brightly, "Well then! Shall we go?" She gestured with her head. "We're wasting valuable time we could be spending playing, you know," she muses jokingly.

yeah lets go ,more play time. She leads Janice over to her motorcycle in the parking lot. hop on and hold on tight

Janice nods excitedly and hops onto the bike after Jeannie. She grins brightly and folds her arms over Jeannie's waist. It's totally like a sappy rom-com.

It's always something Rozmer thought as purposefully made his way towards an old church outside of London. The place had been a hotbed for strange goings on and extra dimensional activity in the recent months and that could really only mean one thing. Somebody was summoning something. What exactly it was he wasn't sure but the closer he got the more he realized that it was something big. Why couldn't people just leave reality alone? Every other day it seemed that some new asshat decided he wasn't content with the infinite possibility that one reality offered and needed to dip their hands into another one. To Rozmer, it only made sense that this was a bad idea, like taking a chip already dipped in chocolate into hot chinky salsa. Once it was done there'd be remnants of that chocolate in your salsa and you'd have one bad tasting snack. But the world at large it seemed didn't see it that way. And so here we was, tracking down another cult with the intent to bring some horror from another reality to this one.

But upon arrival, Rozmer was treated to a very different scene. Two woman, one looking somewhat beaten down but both armed to the teeth were stuffing the body of a robed figure into the trunk of a car and fleeing from the now burning church. A confused "wha-" was all he could muster. Who the hell were these women and what were they doing? Watching intently from a distance it was then that he caught a flash of the artifact that they were carrying. A book, no doubt the conduit to bring whatever beast the cult had desired for into this world. And these women were stealing it away. How fun...

He had to follow them, find out what they wanted with it. But also needed to deal with the robed figure. Regardless of whether or not he knew it, he had knowledge that no one in this reality should have. At least that was Rozmer's assumption. And so one of himself floated off after the women and the other made its way over the trunk. He wouldn't remain long, taking a two foot long splinter of wood from the burning building he'd drive it through the man's head.

Good riddance he'd mutter before blinking out of existence. Meanwhile the now solo Rozmer followed the women to an...IHOP? Not exactly the most inconspicuous place to take an otherworldly artifact. What in the hell were these people doing, he wondered. That is before he finally caught a glimpse at one of them. Who else could it be but Jeanie Rose.

A long sigh escaped him as he watched them take their seat at the diner from outside. Thankfully the situation no longer seemed quite as grim but he still had to wonder how she had gotten tangled up in this. Trouble seemed to follow her while she remained hopelessly oblivious to it. And that then begged the question, who was her new compatriot?

Thankfully he'd have time to figure that out, having followed them from the diner all the way to the hotel where the two seemed to be staying. All the while he remained phased, not forgetting Jeanie's emaculate memory and animal senses. And when just Jeanie left the place, in a new change of clothes and no sign of the book, Rozmer saw his chance.

Lighting a cigarette that he produced from the pack in his vest pocket he would disappear from the street below. Instantaneously he was inside the small hotel room in the darkness. The woman with whom Jeanie had been traveling appeared to be sleeping. Rozmer supposed he could snoop around for the book in silence but there was always the chance that the woman would here him and wake up. Then he'd have to deal with explaining himself in the moment and he didn't really feel like delaying that confrontation. So taking a seat in the corner of the room he'd flick on the lights.

Excuse me miss he'd say, projecting his voice in a "hey jackass wake up" manner. I've got a question for ya. All the while the smoke from his cigarette floated lazily towards the ceiling.